Droopy daffodil as you long for the water pots of heaven to spill over , my word cannot blot out the sun .
How can I tame the wind ? It runs wild as it wishes , the breathe of life sways again and rushes . I never waded in the water for eternity like a fish , the clouds are not amongst my bed like the birds . How can the dreamer awaken to such marvel ?
I am beautiful in this time . Yes as it humors or the horrors .